Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Although Wendy is free-ranging, she is also a ruler, so she has naturally heard of ideological confinement.

Generally speaking, in order to rule their country well, rulers naturally need to educate their people ideologically to a certain extent.

For example, the Mondstadt people's pursuit of freedom and their belief in the Wind God, such as the Liyue people's respect for contracts and their belief in the Rock God, etc.

But as rulers, they will only promote and guide their own ideas, and then make their subjects voluntarily surrender. In essence, they will not restrict their subjects' understanding of foreign ideas and culture.

On the contrary, they firmly believe that some cultural advantages of other countries will also be helpful to their own country.

And it's not just Wendy and Zhongli who think this way, almost all the gods do this, including Dick Lapian. It's a pity that the books he left behind the high wall are basically from hundreds of years ago.

But ideological confinement is different. It directly restricts people's thoughts. The most direct way is to restrict people's contact with external things.

For example, the control of books in this village.

But it does not prevent outsiders from entering.

"What do you think? Barbatos." Zhongli asked.

"How do I see it? Of course I see it this way." Wendy sat by the water and began to carefully select stones. "It is normal for rulers to rule their thoughts. The specific reason depends on what kind of person the snake god is."

"Snake God?" Zhongli also came and squatted beside him, choosing beautiful stones with him.

"That's right, old man, what kind of god do you think the snake god is?" Wendy took out a stone from the water, then held it in her hand and played with it carefully.

"I'm not sure, we know too little about the snake god now." Zhongli also looked at the stone in Wendy's hand.

The stone had alternating lines of brown and brown. Looking at the stone, Zhong Li had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"There are indeed very few, so old man, let's not talk about rigor, just intuition. From Wadiye's narrative, what kind of god do you think the snake god is?"

Wendy asked casually. He was still playing with the stone and seemed not to notice the color of the stone.

Naturally, Zhongli would not remind him, but just followed his words calmly: "A contradictory god. Judging from the narrative, it protects humans, but does not trust humans. If it leaves the village on the day of sacrifice, it must be treated as such. Disposal of betrayal.”

"Yes, it's very contradictory. This really doesn't seem like something a god would do. Gods can have a hundred ways to get believers to believe in them. The worst is to trap everyone like Dick Lapian."

However, this god's reaction to those who left the village was to suffer divine punishment, which is incredible.

"However, the snake god is not important. If he is really a demon, we can just run away." Wendy said with a confident smile on her lips, "We have been involved in so many things. Today, we should take a look. It’s a show.”

Zhong Li naturally understood the meaning of what Wendy said, but the three of them would have nightmares or fall into illusions, which was not a situation where they could watch the show safely.

"As for the ideological imprisonment you mentioned, old man, we can go steal books together and see what kind of books the high priest hides. Maybe we can guess what he is imprisoning." Wendy looked at Zhongli mischievously.

He was teasing Zhongli anyway, knowing without even thinking that Zhongli would definitely refuse, and then taught Wendy a lesson in a righteous manner, talking about a lot of things like benevolence, righteousness, and morality.

Unexpectedly, Zhongli fell into deep thought, as if he was struggling in his heart. After a while, he nodded and said, "Maybe it can be done."

"Huh?" Wendy immediately put the stone in her hand on Zhongli's forehead, "Come here and let me cool you down. Don't make your brain confused."

Zhongli was amused by his words and reluctantly pushed his hand away: "I still understand the truth of doing extraordinary things in extraordinary times, but you, Barbatos, how far back do you know me?" period?"

That was probably five hundred years ago.

Although Wendy had some guesses about what Zhongli would be like after he faked his death, she didn't expect that it would become so much.

"I don't know how old it is, but I promise that from now on, I won't have any stereotypes about you." Wendy said with a smile.

At this moment, Wendy finally noticed the color of the stone in her hand, and suddenly patted Zhongli on the shoulder excitedly: "Look, this stone is you."

Hearing this, Zhongli took a deep breath, thinking he wouldn't notice. This was indeed the Barbatos he was familiar with.

So Zhongli, not to be outdone, picked up a green and white stone: "In my opinion, this stone also looks like your Excellency."

As for their current behavior, no one would believe that it was something that two old men with a mental age of a thousand years did.

But the bickering between the two never stopped, and they never tired of it.

"That is to say, this stone is almost as if it is modeled after you. It is special..."

Wendy was still teasing Zhongli in a relaxed tone when she suddenly noticed a man in a black cloak watching them on another giant tree.

Seeing Wendy's words stop suddenly, Zhongli also realized that he might have seen something.

So, he asked in a low voice: "Snake?"

"No, man," Wendy whispered, "a man in a black robe, don't turn around and continue pretending to chat."

After saying that, Wendy turned her head, held up the stone and continued to pretend to talk to Zhongli, but she relied on the wind to pay attention to the movement over there.

After a while, the man walked back into the house.

Hearing his voice, Wendy turned her head and took a look. After confirming that he was no longer there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who do you think it is?" Wendy's eyes fell back on Zhongli's face and asked, with a smile in his eyes, as if he was expecting Zhongli's answer.

"High Priest." Zhongli replied calmly.

Wendy felt the same way. After all, besides Wadiye, the one who cared most about their presence was the high priest.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so busy sending the village chief.

"Things are getting more and more complicated and interesting." Wendy looked up at these giant trees and sighed.

There are seven days in total on the day of sacrifice, and the final ceremony will be held on the seventh day. No one knows what extraordinary things they will see by then, and what they will experience during these seven days.

In response, the two fell into silence again.

"Huh? Why are you two here?" The village chief's voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Wendy and Zhongli turned around at the same time and saw the village chief just walking out of the house, holding a plate with a red dress on it.

"We went out for a ride, this is..." Wendy looked at the plate in his hand doubtfully.

"These are the clothes given to the messenger of sacrifice, to be given to Anika."

After saying that, the village chief continued to walk forward, and behind him, people came out one after another with plates. On the plates were the jewelry, gloves, and shoes to be worn.

What Wendy didn't expect was that there were so many jewelry and treasures in such a rainforest, which would kill people if they were worn on their bodies.

"Old man, this is probably more jewelry than the bride wearing when you get married, right?" Wendy stared at the people walking up the stairs one by one with dumbfounded eyes.

"I've never succeeded, so I don't know. However, I have to remind you that Wendy gave it to Anika." Zhongli said calmly.

Wendy was startled, and immediately threw the stone in her hand back into the water, pulling Zhongli to follow.